The Librarian is as much a part of the library as she is a part of life. Watching her move about the rows of books, putting each in it's place, is much the same as watching a butterfly float from one beautiful flower to another. This place is her home, and all that treasure books are welcome in it. Her fading red hair covers her back and shoulders like a beautiful shawl. Her hands, though showing their age, have lost none of the dexterity that made her a piano player of some renowned years ago.